His voice carried haste, and an aura I haven't seen before. Sleeves rolled, he has his back to the door, and although five people are here before me, it's overwhelmingly quiet. It feels like it would be a crime to cough here. Guy, did I feel like coughing?!

Within a minute, I checked the room. Not for vibes. For precaution.

The young man, closest to him, about a few feet away, stands like an intermediary between the living and the dead. His hair is so low I wouldn't notice if he went bald ...